Waterford Son (II) [feat. Lindsay Lou]

Born with the fist of a fighter far and away this heart of a poet

Stretch across these terrible waters a knock upon the door

Broken land and a wish a whisper of a war

Her hand struck down killing the sound vowing to return

Brothers burned native tongue forbidden

Earth to plow no food in the ground does hunger have no end

Outlawed his God eradicated countrymen

Battle ensued of no use he’ll pay for these sins

Left for dead to rise again

Forced to forget where he bled

Thomas Meagher is his name

A legend he became

The promise of America, New York gangs

Facing south he cried out

Gripped by the flames

Down the road of time

Hand in hand we will walk

Side by side

Days of our lives

Breathing deep one last time

One last ride

Writes his wife ongoing strife

We must put an end to the loss of life

Escape defeat green orange and white

Of the dead in red once worn with pride

A golden gift granted

Heading west ‘cross the plains new law in Montana

Making way on the trail up to Benton

Hottest July he’d seen 1867

Shaking hands shipping guns a damn dirty business

Sins that might have saved him remain unforgiven

Hand to head bead of sweat

Failed to save the innocent

Down the road of time

Hand in hand we will walk

Side by side

Days of our lives

Breathing deep one last time

One last ride

Hands that hang, vigilantes one in the same

Settle a score on an enemy made

Banks of the river where his body did lay

Never to see Libby again

Left for dead rise again

Words will ring through the canyon

“Don’t forget…”

That cold Missouri river cuts the mountain like a knife

On that dark midsummer night would be the last one he would fight

The river boats are gone now and the plains are cut for tracks

They’ll divide it up with fences and they’ll plow down all the grass

Cattle kills the bison faster than a gun now he lays beneath the clay there remember

Waterford’s Son

Thomas Meagher is his name.

A legend he became

Landing on the shores of gold and fame.